CHAPTER 39

Selena Rhoades felt nervous as she rang the doorbell of the huge mansion. It was barely daybreak, and she wondered if it was a good idea to be ringing the doorbell of someone she didn’t know. She had never met Roman Lacroix in her life, but somehow he had a special place in her father’s heart. Selena’s mind went to her father. There was no doubt that he was dead by now. The cartel must have gotten to him. She was all alone in the world now. No father, and no mother.

Selena’s face was swollen from crying. She had taken the bus here, and throughout the ride, it was nothing but tears. She had feared going blind from crying for too long. Crying isn't going to do anything. Her father had sacrificed his life to save hers, but there could have been a different approach to that. They could have left New York and gotten to another city where they would have started afresh, but her father had been against that. Jermaine was one of the most stubborn people she met. He had preferred to die than